Sunday, Sunday, seems no different from Monday,
Nights come and nights go,
They're all the same from our window,
The tenements you pay the rent,
You call them your own home.
The fertiliser factory with a smell of its own,
The dirty little alleys, Where you never, ever wander alone,
Sun up, sun down,
Our debts go up,
And our hopes come down,
I try here and I try there,
And no-one knows me,
And no-one cares.
Take no notice of the humble beginnings,
We're going to live with the best one day,
Sometime bigtime's gonna come a'lookin' my way.
So they can tell me today,
To go running away,
And it won't really matter,
This is not the way,
It's always gonna be,
I'm humming and strumming and coming along,
And it's easy to see,
That one of these days they're gonna to be working for me,
So listen, pretty woman,
don't you walk out and leave me,
I'll give you everything you want one day,
'Cause sometime bigtime's gonna come a'lookin my way.
So they can tell me today,
To go running away,
And it won't really matter,
This is not the way,
It's always gonna be,
I'm humming and strumming and coming along,
And it's easy to see,
That one of these days they're gonna to be working for me,
So listen, pretty woman,
don't you walk out and leave me,
I'll give you everything you want one day,
'Cause sometime bigtime's gonna come a'lookin my way.
Sometime bigtime's gonna come a'lookin my way
